Storytelling has become an amiable feature along the coast
lately. Verbally sharing stories of our lives at gatherings where
people actually listen is progress since each of us is a story
walking around on two feet.
To sit down at a table or at a computer and put these stories
together as a book takes another kind of courage and I am
pleased to be encountering a number of people making this
This morning, I leafed through a poetry book, looking for an
appealing thought, found it, and so here it is for all who are
about to publish:
” E N V O Y
Go, little book,
out of this house and into the world,
carriage made of paper rolling toward town
bearing a single passenger
beyond the reach of this jittery pen,
far from the desk and the nosy gooseneck lamp.
It is time to decamp,
put on a jacket and venture outside,
time to be regarded by other eyes,
bound to be held in foreign hands.
So off you go, infants of the brain,
with a wave and some bits of fatherly advice:
stay out as late as you like,
don’t bother to call or write,
and talk to as many strangers as you can.”
………..BILLY COLLINS, the final poem from
his book, Ballistics (2008)
Dear writers all, my thanks from my heart for your sharing.